This is a song about "My homies art real"

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Talked to my homies bout ya like you were my wife

Hold on..i'll catch y'all up in the next life

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Or knowing that my homies got my back